We deffinently are hard wired that way;Fight ,Flight or Hike Your Own Hike I always sayOriginally Posted by bfayer
I may try to back track to the specific person. I don't want become a creep myself though.
Regardless, I can understand people's skepticism. While this story sounds very believable based on the credibility and the proximity of the person I heard it from, I realize that those reading this thread are in a very different place. e.g. "My very honest friend's sister's friend" is actually quite convincing. Whereas "This guy on WhiteBlaze with the handle 'FlyPaper' has a friend, whose sister's friend...". I fully realize how different these sound. And as I said when I first posted that this was close enough in proximity to me, that I believe it (in spite of the urban legend angle), but not close enough that any of you are going to believe it.
No worries mate,still a good bump in the night story.Who cares what others may or may not think,Not me,Don't give one tater tot,not one.While the thee old "Tale Tale Heart story is not a true story,it's still good and fun to think about below those shellter floors.
I am not saying your friend is not telling the truth. It could be a case of some guy that heard the story and decided to act it out for real. Who knows, I have seen people do a lot of crazy stuff, and that would not be the craziest.
This is not a backpacking story, but I was sound asleep in my cabin with my wife and kids and I kept having a dream about a butterfly fluttering around my head, and I kept trying to swat it away, I woke up and could still hear it flapping its wings, it turned out to be a Bat that had gotten inside somehow and was circling us right over the bed, my wife woke up and totally flipped out, waking up the kids who totally flipped out. If anyone would have been in hearing distance they would have thought a mass murder was taking place with all the screaming. It took me a half hour with cardboard box folded flat to get it back outside. To this day my wife shudders when she sees a Bat.
Anyone up for S'mores?
I mean if we're gonna tell ghost stories.......
"Fish Camp Woman.... Baby, I like the way you smell"
- Unknown Hinson
I checked my local library and it was located in a branch out on the westside, so I put in a "hold" request; I just got it today and I'm on the first story, "The Lady in the Woods".
Never heard of the Bennington Triangel.... http://www.paranormal-encyclopedia.c...gton-triangle/
Resources:
1. “ Rural Legends.” The Cracker Barrel. 2004. Appalachian Mountain Club 2006. 24 Oct 2008 <http://www.outdoors.org/publications/outdoors/2006/northeast-rural-legends.cfm>.
2. Deborah Elwell Arfken. “Ethan Allen Biography.” Dictionary of World Biography: The 17th and 18th Centuries. Salem Press, 1999. 24 Oct 2008 <http://www.enotes.com/salem-history/ethan-allen>.
3. “The Bennington Triangle.” Virtual Vermonter n.d . 24 Oct 2008 <http://www.virtualvermonter.com/almanac/benntriangle.htm>.
4. Davy Russell. “The Bennington Triangle.” X Project 8 Aug 1999. 24 Oct 2008 <http://www.xprojectmagazine.com/archives/paranormal/benningtontriangle.html>.
The Bennington Triangle
The Appalachian Mountain Club calls it the "Triangle of Doom"1. But, while the happenings in the Bennington Triangle remain a series of unsolved mysteries, can they be classified as paranormal phenomena?
Nestled between the Taconics and the Green Mountains, its rich history and scenic beauty make Bennington a favorite spot for hunters, hikers, and historians.
One of the earliest chartered towns in Colonial America, Bennington is also the site of Vermont's first church, aptly named the "Old First Church", its cemetery the final resting place of poet Robert Frost. Bennington is also the place where Ethan Allen formed the Green Mountain Boys, a group of three hundred woodsmen that were instrumental in helping the American Colonies win the American Revolutionary war1.
Bennington was a quiet town, quite near mysterious Glastenbury Mountain. Native Americans shunned the mountain, believing that the four winds "met" at the top of it and they used the mountain only as a burial ground. European settlers told tales of strange lights over Glastenbury Mountain. Unsourced odors and tales of Bigfoot-type sightings permeated the mountain woodlands2, 3, 4.
Yet, the real mountain mystery began in 1945 and lasted for five years.
Seventy-four year old, Middie Rivers was familiar with the area wilderness. An experienced hunting and fishing guide, on November 12, 1945, he escorted a party of four hunters into the mountain woodlands. Leading the way back to their campsite, Middie disappeared from view and vanished leaving only one clue. After an extensive search, investigators found a single bullet beside a streambed but no trace of Middie was ever found.
Rivers's disappearance was the first in a series of missing persons over the next five years. A year later, on December 1, 1946 Paula Weldon, a sophomore at Bennington College vanished while hiking along Glastenbury Mountain's "Long Trail". A couple behind her reported they had seen her turn a corner, but when they reached the corner, Weldon was gone. Although the ensuing manhunt brought in the FBI and even used a clairvoyant, as in the case of Middie Rivers, no trace of Paula Weldon was ever found.
Exactly three years later, on December 1, 1949, James E. Tetford, a resident of Bennington Soldier's Home disappeared from a commercial bus. Although he was seen boarding the bus and at the stop before Bennington, when the bus reached its destination, Tetford was gone. Although his luggage was found in the luggage rack and a bus timetable lay open on his seat James E. Tetford was never again seen.
On Columbus Day 1950, eight-year-old Paul Jepson disappeared from the family farm. No trace of the child or his bright red coat was ever found, although hundreds of volunteers combed the mountainside in search of him.
Not quite three weeks later, 53-year-old Frieda Langer slipped into a mountain stream while hiking with her cousin. Promising her cousin that she'd catch up with him after changing into dry clothes, Frieda disappeared on the walk back to camp. Hers was the only body found, but not until the next spring. On May 12, 1951, Frieda Langer's decomposed body emerged near the Somerset Reservoir, although the area had been thoroughly searched at the time of her disappearance. Oddly enough, the one "solved" disappearance was the final disappearance on Glastenbury Mountain.
Because four of the five disappearances remain unsolved, rumors and theories are plentiful. Indian legend tells of a "rock that swallows" those who step on it. Some folks believe that the Bigfoot-like "Bennington Monster" is responsible for the mishaps. Of course, others cite alien abductions as a possible cause and some speculators talk about a gateway to some new dimension. Were these five autumn disappearances the work of a serial killer or just a string of coincidental misadventures? For now, mysterious Glastenbury Mountain hides the secrets behind the Bennington Triangle.
Well that's it....cancelling my trip to Bennington,till all this clears lol,good find John.Incidentally I like very much the Robert Frost quote on that paranormal home page link."The woods are lovely dark and deep,but I have promises to keep,and miles to go before I sleep,and miles to go before I sleep.~Robert Frost
one rainy night while camping alone I awoke to a thunderous earth shaking crash. The next morning I discovered a huge fir tree had fallen right next to my tent, it's roots had apparently been loosened by the rain.
Whoa. Guess I better cancel my trip to Robert Frost's grave.
-Jason
This happened to me two weeks ago...Solo trip from Unicoi to Dicks Creek Gap.
I just had lunch and I started coming down from Powell Mountain. I had come to an area that was a nice flat run. I was even able to look around a little while I walked because the trail was nice and clear, a softly winding dirt path. I was looking down to my left side, admiring a beautiful flat, grassy area that someone had recently used to camp when I heard it.
On the mountain next to me, at about my same elevation, came an extremely loud, horrid rumbling gutteral noise, like an alligator but deeper and more masculine...almost oozing with testosterone (if you can imagine that). It was a powerful noise with it's strength almost vibrating my very insides and making every hair on my neck and arms stand on end. I froze in my tracks, not even breathing, and stared intently in the direction of the noise, waiting to see or hear any possible movement. Then, to my left, just around the ridge, came a noise very much like the first, but it sounded feminine????
There are NO ALLIGATORS in the mountains, and there sure aren't male and female sounding ones for sure. What the heck were those things? I don't know. I didn't hear them again. I stood there for several minutes, wishing my camera wasn't deep in my pack. I really hoped I wouldn't regret it being inaccessible! But nothing else happened and I saw nothing of interest relating to these noises. It actually was strangely silent on the trail after that. Not even birds. It was strange in a way I can not begin to explain. I wasn't the least bit afraid. That was even stranger.
Well, that was most definately a sasquatch.
Some people take the straight and narrow. Others the road less traveled. I just cut through the woods.
Bigfoot Booty Call.
I think I would have eaten that porcupine. I hear they are really good eating!
I was camping alone at the base of Mt. Shasta one fallevening and when the sun went down I noticed a campfire about 100 yards away,so I decided to meet my neighbor. I met two really nice guys who said they hadbeen called to the mountain by aliens and wanted to know if I had received themessage as well! Of course, I did not believe them and I thought they were puttingme on, but after an hour of conversation, it was obvious they were serious! Ireturned to my camp and went to sleep. I have no idea if the Mothership evershowed up or not……..
A few years ago a funny story was told at the NOC. A guy decided to hike up past the railroad tracks and cowboy camp right off the trail. About 2 am he ran into the bunk room in a bit of a panic and woke everyone up. They asked what had scared him so bad...he said that he was awaken by something licking his face. He never did figure out what it was...
If you don't have something nice to say,
Be witty in your cruelty.
While on my southbound thru-hike, staying at Spalding Mtn. Lean-to alone, a fisher cat killed a hare on the snow behind the shelter while I was asleep. It sounded like a lady screaming. In a sleep stupor, I stumbled back there with my headlamp in time to see the fisher cat slink into the woods. Being from Florida, I had no idea what I had just seen. I described it to a local when in town and he told me what it was. Funny thing, though, I didn't get really scared until after it happened. Then I thought "Why in the world did I go back there?" Fisher cats are vicious. There was blood everywhere on the snow.
Great Thread & Nice Legs Spokes : O D
Take Time to Watch the Trees Dance with The Wind........Then Join In........
While camped out one night in Big Bend NP near Mariscal Canyon, actually had the tent bumped a few times. Scared the _ out of the wife. Next morning checked it out. Checked out the ground in the morning. Figured out it was Javelina checking us out during the night.
What's a Javelina?
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